A FALL HUNTING TRIP. in 



climbing a tree or mounting to a point of high ground it 

 was possible to spy over a great expanse of country, and, 

 having found a company of deer, to follow and stalk any 

 stag which seemed to be worth the trouble. 



I suppose I stalked quite forty stags to within range, 

 and it was frequently the stalk that did not end in a shot 

 which proved in its details to be the most interesting. 

 With a reasonable|time to spare, seeing stags almost every 

 day and stalking them, even if the stalk rarely ends in a 

 shot, what can a hunter want more ? Of course there is a 

 great temptation to shoot first, because caribou heads 

 are, as I have said, hard to judge, and also because it takes 

 some self-confidence and belief in one's luck to allow (say) 

 a thirty-pointer to depart when within easy range in the 

 hope that the next day or the next week will produce a 

 head of forty points. 



Central Newfoundland is a wild country enough, and 

 a country that grows upon one. The term " barrens " is 

 liable to give a wrong impression to those who have never 

 seen them. The barrens are, in their way, most beautiful, 

 with their delicate general colouring of pink, sulphur and 

 brown. Imagine the open uplands tinged with red and 

 white and yellow mosses and red-leaved shrubs, through 

 which scores of boulders thrust out their dark heads, and 

 here and there patches of evergreen spruce, pine, and black 

 firs showing every twig against the pale blue of the sky. 

 It is, without question, a fascinating country that tempts 

 one to return again and again. 



